noahzark

Apparent to everyone but myself, one of the men sitting at the cafe was actually a honey badger wearing a human costume and a silly glued on mustache, and the other was just a vague silhouette of a man made up of crudely assembled geometric randomness. Though now these details are absurdly obvious, at the time I had not the foggiest idea of their makeup. The smoke from the multifaceted anthropoid wafted across the table in a manner that instantly made me realize that there was literally not even the hint of a breeze outside. Things finally began to seem strange to me. The already overwhelming stench of cheese was overtaken by what I can only describe as the smell of steamed cauliflower. Huh. Strange. Feeling compelled to walk towards the table I find myself actually gliding towards it with my feet barely off the ground, possibly by about a millimeter or two.


To be continued eventually.......